18 April 2006 -
Tuesday

To start the day
Delores served us a delicious breakfast of an egg dish, which contained
California chilies for which Tom also obtained the recipe.After our meal Bill asked if we would like
to take any lemons with us.We
responded that, “of course we did”, whereupon he took us out to the small
orchard next to the house.As Fred
volunteered to pick the lemons he was outfitted with long canvas sleeves and
gloves, a pouch for the picked fruit, and finally a pair of clippers to cut
the fruit from the tree.All of this
was necessary as the lemon tree has many thick branches and large sharp
spikes.Apparently if one yanks the
lemon off the tree by the stem the fruit’s shelf life is reduced by
two-thirds.

During our excursion we also sampled several varieties of
grapefruit and Tom had an opportunity the pick Bill’s two remaining avocados
with an apparatus on a long pole that contained a pair of snipers to cut the
stem and a bag for the fruit to drop into.

Around 9:00 am we
sadly said our goodbyes and headed north toward the city of Tulare and the Sequoia
Genealogical Society. The Society is located in a wing of the Tulare
County Library and upon entering we were greeted by three volunteers who were
ready to assist us with our research.We believe this collection is the best we encountered during the
entire trip.Not only was it
comprehensive in scope it was also well maintained.During our exploration Tom found reference to what appeared to
be a thorough biography ofgreat-grandfather Albea E. Scruggs.Unable to locate the publication he inquired as to where it might be
located.Fortunate for us one
volunteer remembered that the volume had been sent for repairs on the
binding.He found the rather thick
tome but it was bound with many rubber bands.This elicited a discussion as to weather it could be opened
without damaging the recent repairs.Tom, knowing thatthis

resourcemightcontainmany important facts about Albea’s early years in California we
silently prayedthat someone would
take the initiative to give him permission to open the book.Seeing our obvious anxiety over the
situation the volunteer finally acquiesced and took to bands off the
book.What we discovered therein
answered virtually all of the questions about when great-grandfather Albea
had originally arrived in California.This was surely another moment of our trip where we felt the need to
do the “genealogy dance”.

Before noon we were
heading north on California Route 99 towards Fresno where we planned to stop
at the Sportsmobile factory to have the van’s 12-volt circuit panel checked
out.The plant was located within
sight of the highway and was quite the place for a Sportsmobile fan as it was
many times larger than its counterpart in Indiana.As it was lunchtime we spent time looking over the many models
on display which included one of the original Volkswagen models from the
1960’s.The Sportsmobile operation in
Fresno although much larger lacked the personal touch offered by Nancy and
Jim at the Huntington, Indiana location.We met with the service manager who explained that they were unable to
assist us as he did not have the time.Later when we had this work done in Indiana we found that it was at
most a 20-minute undertaking.Soon
we were back heading north when near Lodi Tom suggested that we take an
alternate route around Sacramento to avoid potential rush hour traffic.After locating an acceptable route on the
map we headed off into the countryside.The change from interstate driving was most enjoyable.Soon we were in the mountains where the
road resembled a roller coaster ride.It took us at least one and a half hours to cover the last 40 miles to
Auburn.The up side of this was that
we went through picturesque Placerville as well as the Sutter’s
Millsite where the California Gold Rush was born in 1848.Upon arrival in Auburn we camped in a KOA
as we didn’t want to get to far up the road because we might encounter snow
and lower temperatures in the higher altitudes.This was our first KOA of the trip and we were definitely
impressed with the bathhouse which we placed in nomination for our “Best Bath
House Award” as it was equipped with many wall hooks, the shower spray was of
good pressure and stayed on as long as we liked.The campsite wasn’t much more than a muddy parking spot with
a picnic table, electric and water. For all of this we paid $30.00, which was
the highest camping fee of the trip.As we planned to get on the road early the next morning we took our showers
the night before and got into our sleeping bags at a respectable hour.